Chapter Eight #3
I focus on Mason’s body to distract from the ache that tightens my stomach when I see him get hit.
The way he moves, so graceful yet aggressive, is mesmerizing.
Broad shoulders give way to a perfectly sculpted chest, lightly dusted with hair.
I remember how soft it felt against my cheek when I rested on him.
Sweat trickles down to his toned abs, running between the defined muscles and soaking into the waistband of his shorts. His back flexes as he lands another punch, knocking the other guy on his ass.
When he bends to offer his hand to help him up, my eyes are drawn to the dimples in his lower back. I’m so going to lick them next time he’s naked. The match ends with Mason showing the man some counterstrikes and suggesting moves he should work on before his next match.
I just want to get him home so he can use those graceful moves on me.
* * * *
Mason laughs and pulls me into bed with him when I admit I don’t like watching him fight. “I cringed every time the guy landed a punch.”
“He didn’t hurt me, baby, but I love that you worry about me.”
“Could you watch someone punch me in the face?”
“I’d kill them.” He brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. “Seeing you hurt like this tears me apart.”
“I’m okay. I believe we had a deal, Mr. Reed.” I strip off my clothes and reach to pull off his shorts.
“Oh no you don’t. We’re doing this my way tonight.”
“And what’s your way?”
“You’re going to lay back and do what I tell you. And I’m going to make you come until you lose your voice.”
I’ve already lost my words. Anything I say will just come out as nonsensical babbling. Mason’s devious grin shows he recognizes the effect he’s having on me. I scoot up the bed and lie back, tucking my hands behind my head.
Mason crawls up my body and murmurs in my ear. “Good girl. I don’t want to hurt your ribs, so relax and let me love you.”
Warmth washes over me when he runs his tongue down my belly, dipping it into my navel.
“I’m going to take my time with you, Evie.
You’re going to beg me to fuck you.” His words enflame me almost as much as the sensation of his fingers sinking into me.
Curling them, he massages the spot that simultaneously shuts off my brain and drives me insane, grinning when I groan. “Tell me when you’re close, baby.”
The next few minutes are filled with constant pleasure and unbearable torment. I get right to the edge so many times just to have the feeling abate as he lightens his strokes. “Mason…please.” I twist away from him. “Just fuck me.”
Gently, he scoops me up to straddle his lap.
His eyes sparkle with mischief as they stare into mine.
“Just can’t hold still, can you?” His fingers resume stroking me inside and out, faster and faster.
I’m overcome with heat and I can feel the first pulses of my release begin. I also really have to pee. Like bad.
“Mason, stop. I need the bathroom.”
“No, you don’t love. Trust me. Relax your muscles. Let it go.”
Suddenly, I’m gripped by the most powerful orgasm of my life. It tears through me, spreading out from my sex, racing to every inch of my body. I hear myself scream as another wave crashes through me, and I tear my eyes open in time to see a blast of liquid soak Mason’s hand.
He doesn’t stop and the spasms go on and on. When they fade, I fall forward on his chest, swallowing hard and fighting to catch my breath. “Don’t let go of me.” His arms tighten around my back while I bury my face in his neck. “Fuck. I didn’t think I could do that.”
His chuckle makes me sit back, and I feel his hard cock beneath me. He grabs my hips when I rise to take him in. “No, baby, you’ll hurt yourself riding me. Lay on your belly.”
Trying to ignore the huge wet spot on the bed, I scoot over and stretch out on my stomach.
Mason’s firm hand runs down my back, then lifts my hips to slide a pillow beneath them, raising my ass a few inches.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, and I gasp as he smacks the curve of my ass.
“You like that?” He spanks the other cheek, and I’m mortified at the groan that escapes my throat.
“Oh, Evie, so naughty. I can’t wait to put you over my knee when you’re healed.
Right now, I’m going to take you.” He buries himself completely, making me cry out as I stretch to accommodate his size.
My neck and back are covered with passionate open mouthed kisses as he fucks me in long slow strokes.
Within minutes, I’m coming again, and this time he joins me, groaning into my neck.
Collapsing beside me, he cuddles me close, entwining our limbs. God, sex with this man just gets better and better. After a few minutes, he kisses my neck and heads to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.
I have to look away when he spreads me open, running the wet cloth between my legs. “Evie,” he teases, “You let me spank you, and spray all over my hand, but this is too intimate?”
“Shut up. I didn’t let you. You just did it.”
“I’ll do it again, too.” I curl into his side, planting my face in the crook of his arm so he can’t see the heat in my face.
“Don’t hide from me, love. There’s no reason to be embarrassed, or hide what feels good.
You can be anyone you want with me; my naughty girl, my princess, my brave fighter.
I want to know you. All of you. Every angle and nuance of that beautiful brain and firm little body. I want all of you, Evie.”
“Do I get all of you in return?”
“What you see is all of me. I’m not that complicated.”
“Will you tell me what happened to your dad?”
Mason sighs. “He’s in prison. I really don’t like to talk about it.”
Holy shit. I didn’t see that coming. He looks so unhappy I can’t question him further though I’m dying to know what crime his father committed. “Okay, just one more question, then.”
The corners of his mouth tuck in, showing his reluctance. “Go ahead.”
“Where did you learn to fuck like that?”
A relieved laugh fills the room. “I grew up with my aunt and uncle who were…well, hippies. They taught a weekly tantric sex class, and my brothers and I may have eavesdropped a few times on the lesson plan.”